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    ,

    It's late at night,

    eat supper.

    The kitchen of Fan's Mansion will not leave people all day long, and two complete teams will rotate in turn to ensure that the nobles in the mansion can eat whatever they want immediately.

    But Zheng Fan's supper tonight was not sent by Fan's house.

    It was made by He Chunlai, a man who can make candied haws, but he is very good at stewing them.

    It is indeed a random stew, and the ingredients are all freshly picked.

    Eight green-backed turtles, a three-color sweet-scented osmanthus chicken, and a handful of small koi fish were smoldered into a large pot in a temporary earthen stove pit.

    These things are all "pets" in the garden of Fan Mansion, each of which is very expensive, but at this time, they have become "gifts from nature".

    After it was done, Zheng Fan was invited to sit in the gazebo, overlooking the lake and mountains;

    The lake is a small pond, the mountain is a rockery, and lanterns are hung everywhere, just like daytime, the light is really moving.

    Uncle Zheng pointed to the big pot in front of him and said:

    "Is this dish called Farewell My Concubine?"

    He Chunlai and Chen Daole looked at each other, obviously, they didn't understand this allusion.

    Ah Ming, who was sitting there drinking alone, smiled "hehe", purely as a compliment so that the atmosphere would not be too awkward.

    Zheng Fan picked up his wine glass, opened the silent embarrassment, and said:

    "Come on, take one."

    "Uncle Xie."

    "Uncle Xie."

    After a glass of wine, everyone eats.

    The meat is stewed crispy and delicious, and it is very enjoyable to eat.

    However, not long after eating, Fan Zhengwen appeared at the gate of Qingfangzhai.

    Although this is Fan Zhengwen's home, Fan Zhengwen can be said to go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything.

    The last time I came here was to explain about his grandma.

    ?Fan Zhengwen, who knows how to behave in the world, naturally knows what Zheng Fan likes and what he dislikes, so he won't make jokes.

    Zheng Fan got up and walked towards Fan Zhengwen.

    "Uncle."

    Fan Zhengwen saluted Zheng Fan.

    Zheng Fan noticed a rare fluctuation in the other party's expression.

    What exactly happened to make a patriarch of a big family with a deep chest lose his composure like this?

    You must know that expression control is one of the compulsory subjects for superiors.

    Fan Zhengwen opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

    If this was at Xuehai Customs, Uncle Zheng would have said a long time ago: If you have something to say, say it quickly.

    However, the girl who eats other people's lives and lives with other people's eyes,

    By the way, the pet turtle, pet chicken and a group of small goldfish are all stewed,

    No matter what you do, you have to save face for others.

    Fan Zhengwen pursed his lips, as if he was organizing his words, because from the time he received the news to now, he felt that the world had suddenly become so ridiculous?

    "Uncle, the subordinate who you came back and left today sent me a message through the contact person of my Fan family in the shop in the city."

    Si Niang?

    The only one who came back and left today is Siniang.

    "What news?" Zheng Fan asked immediately.

    "The news is, she said, it looks like she's got the princess."

    "" Zheng Fan

    carriage,

    A regular carriage,

    Drive out of Fan Mansion.

    Zheng Fan and Fan Zhengwen sat opposite each other. Now, Zheng Fan's expression was very similar to Fan Zhengwen's.

    It's not Chinese New Year yet,

    It's still early for the Lantern Festival,

    Various plans, deduction and various preparations on my side,

    Just to rob the princess of Chu State in one fell swoop during the Lantern Festival,

    As a result, preparations are being made in an orderly manner here,

    Over there, Si Niang just came back to visit relatives,

    Turn around and grab the princess?

    "Uncle, there is a nanny who used to live in the palace in my mansion. Because of her age, she was invited by Fan's mansion to teach the girls in the mansion after she left the palace.

    She should have recognized the princess and had already taken her with her.  "

    "Where is it?" Zheng Fan asked.

    Fan Zhengwen pointed to his feet and said:

    "There is a mezzanine under the carriage."

    "Your mansion's carriage is really ingeniously designed."

    Fan Zhengwen nodded.

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    "So, as usual?" Fan Zhengwen asked.

    "The difficulty should be reduced, and the wedding should be held as scheduled. Whether it is the Chu royal family or the Qu family, their energy should be focused on searching for the princess from the outside.

    ? On the day of the big wedding, I will lead a cavalry charge, leave after the charge, and leave the name, this matter, even if it is settled like this.  "

    form,

    have to go

    And it is necessary to go.

    Fan Zhengwen shook his head and said, "Uncle, have you ever thought about whether the Qu family and the regent will think of your approach in advance?

    Difficulties, in fact, have not decreased, but have increased, especially after today, all the Chu armies, private soldiers of the Qu family, and various border families will be mobilized.

    Today, if the uncle does not leave, it will be even more difficult if he wants to leave in the future.

    Even the original plan to rob the princess from the royal garden outside Zhou County and leave in Qishan may not be able to be implemented.  "

    Zheng Fan reached out and rubbed his face,

    smiled,

    road:

    "Obviously the person to be arrested has been caught in advance, but things have become more difficult."

    But there is no way to blame anyone,

    Could it be possible to blame Siniang?

    No matter how you blame it, you can't blame Si Niang!

    Finally, Zheng Fan made a decision and said:

    "Business as usual."

    Fan Zhengwen didn't say anything else, he just agreed. His mission is to help this uncle, not to make any decisions for him.

    At this time,

    In the small courtyard of Fan Mansion, which is as warm as spring in winter,

    The old grandmother of the Fan family sat on the mud floor late at night with her legs crossed.

    On her lap, there were three copper coins.

    The old woman's expression was a little uncertain.

    She just made another divination,

    The hexagram is complicated, like a stormy wave suddenly rising,

    The future of Fan Mansion is like a small boat in a big wave, which may capsize at any time.

    "Build it, build it, it's the most worry-free to make the whole family dead!"

    Qingfangzhai,

    Ah Ming continued to drink,

    It is difficult for him to get drunk because he can control the alcohol level in his blood.

    He Chunlai and Chen Daole sat on the side, and they looked a little embarrassed.

    When Zheng Fan and Fan Zhengwen left together,

    Just leave one sentence:

    Si Niang seems to have captured the princess.

    Compared,

    It is too obvious.

    After all, Chen Daole is a child of a big family. At this time, he felt a little hurt, and said with emotion:

    "It seems that the three of us are really trash."

    He Chunlai felt sorry for him, and agreed:

    "yes."

    Their experience this time can be said to be that those who can do things are working hard, and they are doing things extremely neatly, while they seem to be eating and drinking.

    Ah Ming shook his head,

    smiled,

    road:

    "The three of us are not the only ones eating and drinking here."

    These words were a bit taboo, Chen Daole and He Chunlai did not dare to answer them.

    Chen Daole changed the topic and said:

    "If we really caught the princess directly this time, can we return directly?"

    Ah Ming shook his head again,

    Take a sip of red wine,

    road:

    "Tch, the threshold has not yet been reached.?
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